The Hand That Rocks the Cradle review – serviceable 90s thriller remake

T he yuppie-in-peril thriller, a multiplex mainstay throughout the late 80s and early 90s, tried to expose the vulnerabilities of our day-to-day, suggesting that danger could emerge from anyone and anywhere. It could be a co-worker (The Temp, Disclosure), a spouse (Sleeping With the Enemy, Dream Lover), a lover (Fatal Attraction, Don’t Talk to Strangers), a lodger (Pacific Heights, Single White Female), a parent (Mother’s Boys, Benefit of the Doubt), even a child (The Good Son, The Crush), a subgenre that insisted we maintain militant in spaces we’d assumed were safe. Bugonia review – Emma Stone might be an alien in Yorgos Lanthimos’s macabre conspiracy theory comedy Read more

One of the era’s most creepily effective examples was Curtis Hanson’s The Hand That Rocks the Cradle, becaus